Crushes.

Crushes. We've had a lot of em'
Through elementary, middle school, high school
They've just existed since we discovered the opposite sex...
Crushes. Make me giddy, dreamy, hopeful, wishful
Like a kid on Christmas eve; antsy, nervous...
Man, the list can go on and on and---ON!
Crushes. Yet ever wondered why they're called crushes?
Why not Blushes? Makes sense since that's what the majority of..
People do when they have them...
Crushes. Why aren't they called something else?
Because that's what they're meant to do...
Crush. Crush. CRUSH!
Constricting that poor little heart of yours...
As you lay at night and keep those poor eyes of yours wide open...
Tossing and turning...
While you think, hope for, and wonder about your 'crush'
Crushes. Meant to crush, snap, break that little heart of yours into two...
Why the negativity dear writer? Why the hate, and the cynism?
Aren't some of us lucky? Some of us manage to bewitch our crushes...
Snag them and capture them...
End up happily ever after with our crushes...
But for the majority of us, at one point or another, our crushes have...
Have...
Demolished. Broken. Stolen. Stomped on. Forgotten. Ripped. Thrown Away. Torn Apart. Crushed.
Burned. Destroyed. Vaporized. Exploded...Oh the synonyms are endless...
Crushes. They get the better of us, throw us off guard...
Oh dear writer, perhaps you're just bitter, jealous, and desperate
Maybe yes, Maybe no...
But dear reader, remember this...
Dear reader remember crushes only crush because we give 'them' power over us
Crushes only crush when we look at our lives through that one instant...
Crushes, oh  dear reader only crush when we forget who we are
When we forget our worth, and how special, wonderful we are as our each individual selves...
Crushes only crush when we place our worth in them
So dear writer, have you been crushed by this phenomenon known as a 'crush'?
My dear reader, what do you think my response shall be?
Dear reader, of course I've been crushed, crushed...
In fact trampled on and then some...
If the number of crushing crushes had a world record...
Well this writer probably would get first place...
Yet, dear dear beloved reader, take note that this writer
Has learned that crushes are just that--they're crushes...
Fragments in time where one is transfixed on another...
Yet they eventually fade and become things of the past...
My dear reader so am I bitter? No...
I've simply learnt that crushes are what you make them out to be...
They never really crush, unless you let them.
Crushes crush when we lose focus of who we are and 
Our priceless worth. 
My dear reader I leave you with this, simply that: Beating yourself up
over these things called crushes, isn't worth your tears or time...
Know and learn your worth,
As your life is worth so much more.